Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser., 1887-12-02

down snller for the potaters Ma was
a-going to peel, when somebuddy hol
Tered Hello!
| drapped my pan and run aroun(
the house to the gate, and there was
Jo Bartles on lis riding nag, with
some thing wrapped in paper under
his arm. And says he. Morning
Philadv, | was jest a-riding past, Sc
| thought I'd fetch YOU this turkey
fur Thanksgiving. We tuck lot oil
them to market ,istidy, and couldn',
glt no price fur them, s YOU are well
come to this one. And off he rid ye-
fore could say thankv.
| was awful dumb founded, bnt |
tuck it in The house, and says | :
Here is our Thanksgiving turkey, af-
ter all. But you needn't to ask who
brung it. fur shant tell.
didn't dare to say it was 10 Bar
ties, because Prscilly would Of felt
bad But Ma says, 1t was Dare brung
it in course. and you needn't to say
it want. And | never said beans.
got the turkey IN the oven-it
was all dressed nice. an as fat as but
tern started after the potaters agin,
when in come Dave; and what should
he be a holding by the laigs but whop-
pin big turkey gobbler.
| was bound and determined you
should hev one, says he. So tuck my
gun and went out before daylight this
morning., and tn re he is. Hits fif-
teen FOUNDER. | will bet cooky.
Reckon ye will have time to roast it
Philadyt
Ma an Priscil started like they'd
saw ha'nt but | only laughed.
| reckon, says |. But yoa go 80 ng
down scller, an git me some potaters,
can't you Dave An he went.
| iolered him out, an tole him
bout 10 Bartlesses' turkey. All right
says Dave. The more the merrier.
Don't you breathe word of it fore
Priscil, lays cause she wouldn't take
mite OF comfort in the dinner if she
was to get thinkin' about Seth. An
he said he wouldn't.
We could get two turkeys in the
oven to once, so We roasted one fore
the lire place. Dave he picked it, an
| got it ready an hung it up by the
fire.
Long about ten O'Clock the folks
begun u comm, an by 'leven they was
all there, every tinker of 'em.
Priscil was setting the table, an.
| was in the kitchen, dishin.-up, when
| heard ole man Mugferd says | new
er ketched you a fiobin' fore this,
Priscilis. but if | donst smell yon'
ans a.cookin' farkss. I'm : sheep.
lie too, says Gran.na Hacket. n,
e,e sight mayn't be very good, but m.
nose is all right yet.
didn't hear what Priscil said. fu
jest then Dave come to the kitchel
do r AN says. Philady, come out to tn
smoke house minute. I've got SOM
thing to show you.
was jest a-goin' to take some pie
out f the oven, an. didn't want TO g,
but. thinkses |. .Twun't take but 1
minute. 5, | whipped the pies ou
and tuck 'em along to cool.
When | come in, Priscil was a
stirrin the gravy. went to box OF
the cupboard, am tuck out a cherry
red ribbon | had put away to wear te
A. meetin' mex Sunday, an, saws
Let nle tie this rotiun your neck Pris
ciIIy. It'll brighten you up. AM i
did.
She's a regular Huenette, Prscil is
dark complicated, with hair like blacl
satin, an' eyes the same color. Blu
cheeks was a little pale though he
lips were red as clover bobs. She be
come the cherry ribbon awful.
Then says |, everything's Amos
ready now. You 60 out the smoke.
house an see if them apple butter
pies is cool, willie | carry in the Wit
ties. An she went
jamie Swan come an helped W,
finish dishin'up, an put the vittle
on the table, an put the cheers roun'
an then | went to the door and hol
lered fur Priscil to fetch along tn
pies. whether they was cool or not
An then, jest AS the rest Of us hat
got sot down to the tablr, Prisci
come. Her cheeks was red enough
now, and her eyes shining like blacl
stars. An Seth Snow was with her
Everybuddy jumped up an shucl
hands with Seth, an' there was sich a
time both the turkeys was nigh abou
stun cold fore anybuddy thought o
eatin 'em
'Cordin to S-th's story be had wen
clear out to Moun'any, an got jot
herdin' sheep, on rancho, as he call
ed it. An he mout of been there ye
only for 10 Bartles. He felt so miz
fable mean to think he had parted
Seth an Priscilly, that he write letters
every which away, enquiring abou
Seth, fur he kind g suspicioned he
had went out West.
An pears like one o. the letters he
writ was to a cousin Of his'n out in
Mountany So, by good luck. his
cousin happen to come acrost Seth
and he writ back to 10 an lie where
he was at.
Then 10 writ to Seth, an' tole him
the hull story, how twas all his fault
an not Priscllly's at all. An tole
how we was a llvin' an thas Prsci
was a mopin' herself almost to death
an finished by tellin' him he better
come right straight home, and he
lowed he could make 1t by Than ks.
givip.' And Seth he throwed up his
job. and come
Dave Honeywell the was a chopin
some stove ~o,d when Seth got there
an he smuggled him into the smoke
house, so him an Priscil could have d
talk by themselves. Fur he lowed
Seth did, when he heered we had
comp'ny that they wouldn't hev the